Frankie Chapter 5
This is a story of gay erotica. It is entirely fiction. Don't read if offended by this kind of material or if illegal to read where you are.
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Evan and I were together now working as whores for the most part, for Jamal. He fed us and let us stay in one of his crappy rooms which we were required to fix up and paint and remodel. The room only had a big bed in it and some big eye blots in the walls to which he chained us.
It had been at least a month of us together. When we weren't working, or cleaning , he made us exercise to keep mostly Evan fit. I had developed a little myself , something I had never figured would happen to me. He kept Evan pretty much shaved clean and me hairy. He called me chimp boy due to my hairy body . I was surprised that I got almost as many takers as Evan. Most of my clients were fat older guys who usually smelled bad . As were together almost 24/7, Evan and I had gotten close and it no longer fazed either one of us to be chained to the wall waiting while the other one was fucked and raped or we performed other horrible things for the clients. We were told once hired, we had to do whatever the client wanted.
It took Evan awhile to come to grips with the idea that neither one of us would get away. He kept us naked even parading us around outside, naked a often dirty. Evan had a bargain with Jamal that he would work off his debts to Jamal and be free. The longer we stayed though, the more we owed him according to what he told us. Finally, tearfully Evan asked about his debt and Jamal just smirked at him and said he would never be free. Evan cried like a baby as he still thought of himself as a straight boy. I really didn't care as I liked being Jamal's boy, (I guess that's why he kept me) Evan cried and I had to comfort him. Jamal increased his drugs which kept him mostly a little out of it until he was finally broken. I only hated the smelly guys, mostly just hillbillie types and didn't care who serviced them as long as they got their rocks off. Others sought us out and we were used by Latino immigrants, blacks and anyone else who heard of this town and wanted to rape a boy
Eventually, Evan kind of came around and accepted he was just meat. I envied him some as he got the better looking guys but like me, he hated some of the stuff they did to his body.
Our boy holes were stretched and we suffered through getting pissed and sometimes even shit on. We still were hosed down especially after hard use where we sometimes bled a little.
Evan came to kind of love me as I was all he had left. We slept cuddled together and I offered myself to him. He appreciated that all he had was me.
We had our daily crapping and pissing outdoors where sometimes guys just paid a small fee to watch us and then after finishing, eating one another out. They laughed and cheered as we put on more shows for Jamal to amuse himself with as well as those guys who just liked to watch.
Jamal added beating to us as well calling us all kinds of names. We had no pride anymore and just really existed. He would beat us or allow others to do it as were were made to suck and lick one another. Usually before the event was done, the paying customers were allowed to piss on us or even a few times, take a crap on our faces as we ate and licked each other and the customers. We were treated like and began to act like animals. Jamal kept us hungry most of the time and when fed, we ate with out faces in a bowl of crap food while people laughed at us.
The local sheriff even became aware of what was going on. In this back water town, he got paid to allow it to happen. So much for protecting and serving as their police cars so prominently displayed.
Jamal had a few other boys he got somewhere. I assume they were runaways and he beat them a lot and made us even beat them into submission before he usually found buyers and sold them . We would see them shackled and led off naked and dirty to waiting trucks that took them to who knows where.
Over time, other policemen came and used us too and sometimes brought Jamal some kid they picked up who was briefly added to our little club. They suffered the same fate as us. I have no idea why he didn't sell us too but he kept us together.
His father and little brother as well as my brother and his buds would be allowed to used us freely. You know any hot hole was good for them as most of my brother's buds had a tougher time getting girls to fuck. When they did, they left us alone.
His father and brother would sometimes get to beat us. They loved to beat the "infidels" as they called us.
Jamal was making big profits I guess with his sales of boy whores and the rental of us. His father seemed to think it appeared that Jamal was becoming some kind of really good businessman and he was respected for it.
Our town was too far off the beaten track to draw much attention. Jamal did open a porn store and peep show house one the property. In that area, most people didn't have the internet so having local videos of all kind of sex acts, was popular. Between the store and Jamal's businesses, his family was probably the wealthiest in town.
When we weren't rented by the hour, he made us work the little club he set up in full view of anyone who wanted to investigate. They never did though. We were either servers or made to perform on stage doing erotic dances. He billed us the chimp and the boy and even made us fuck on stage. We got tips but his brother grabbed all the money we made
Sometimes he would take us to other places where he whored us out. He even contemplated renting us out in some big city. The two of us and some other young guys who he hired ( they got to keep their tips) put on shows almost daily. We were exhausted by the time we were led back to our room hands tied and leashes attached to our balls sacks . We just collapsed on the bed and slept until he woke us up the next morning .
The worst was pet night when we were led to the stage and some of the country boys were allowed to bring their big dogs in . Yep, you guessed it, the dogs fucked us and we had to endure the fucking of our boy pussies and getting knotted. We screamed and hollered but some of it was for show as our holes were so stretched by then that we sometimes didn't have any feeling their anymore.
After the dog ordeal were placed doggy style on table and the brutes would enjoy fisting us. I hated to tell Evan but he knew, that both of our holes were big and sloppy
As animals we didn't care anymore. We found we got fewer beatings the more extreme our sexual escape became. The hired dancing boys would watch and evne laugh at us as they danced provocatively on the tiny stage . It was against the law in our state to dance naked but that was never enforced. Sometimes the sheriff and his deputies were watching the whole thing.
Jamal got so bold that he even let us walk naked down the street. Even young kids saw us but nobody cared. Jamal and his family were bringing lots of money to this tiny town
Nobody ever really came there other than locals or someone who got lost. The sheriff or his men would guide them back quickly to the interstate before they got much of a picture of what the town became.
Even my own father came one time to see what I had become. He just smiled and enjoyed it He even fisted Evan as I got fisted by some other guy My brother who wasn't of legal age was a regular to our shows. Sometimes, working for Jamal, he led us or other boys around on a leash to provide service to customers. Mostly they just pissed in our mouths. He was paid to lead us around and got great tips I was told.
The local church closed down as more and more people either left the town as it was too disgusting or just gave up appreciating that they had to pay hardly any taxes anymore due to all the sex trade that came to town.
Most of the local stores except for Jamal's father store, closed as there was little business.
Evan was now probably about 21. I was twenty four. We both feared that younger kids who were kind of leased out to Jamal from their own parents, we a bit younger than we. We felt we were really used us. When Jamal paraded us around, we were like animals leaking out of our stretched asses. We being somewhat drugged as many of the younger kids were too, didn't care.
Jamal had added, as I mentioned, other boys but he must have had a kind of fondness for Evan and I as he kept us with him, When he took us places, we were his toilet and available to suck him as he drove his car.
My life has not turned out as I expected. Who would have expected this, We are both trash now and I suspect that one day, Jamal will tire of us. He already has other boys around that he fucks and uses more than us. We are just there. My greatest fear is that when we get a bit older, he will simply snuff us out. I hear that has happened to some of the guys. In the meantime, his chimp and his boy will try to stay loyal as he is all we have. We no longer resent the treatment. We jut hope the next day isn't our last. I doubt he will sell us or ship us anywhere as our holes are so sloppy now from fisting and double fuckings and rape by dogs and such that are insides do come out some when we crap or are told to shit out the loads of cum in us. I love Evan and I think he loves me as much as he can. I just hope that when the final day coes, he will drug as and we will just not wake up and that we are dead before he pitches us in a hole somewhere to be totally forgotten.